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by Bostondevil » September 14th, 2009, 4:01 pm
Perhaps you'll like this one. I know this one was second labor. As with my first, my water broke but I didn't then go into labor on my own so I got pitocin. What a hell-born experience that is! Anyway, the nurses were joking with me when I first arrived (Mr. BD was grabbing a quick dinner in the hospital cafeteria, shrimp scampi of all things) about how they refer to the dads as the F-O-B for 'father of baby'. Mr. BD later arrives in the hospital room and by this time the pitocin is kicking in but labor has not been firmly established so I can't have the epidural yet. Oh, the memories. Anyway, I'm lying there doing my best through the contractions and the nurse is explaining to Mr. BD about his bracelet, that it will allow him to come and go plus they will let him take his baby out of the nursery. BD (in between panting breaths): Yeah, we don't want just any F-O-B handling the infants.
I had already shocked this same nurse on arrival. She asked me the usual health history questions (smoking, drinking, etc.) to which I responded, "Nope, my only vice is Coke." She heard it with a small c. She found us highly amusing.
To all CrazieTalkers who are not yet fathers but might become fathers someday, when the mother-of-baby is in labor, do not eat shrimp scampi for dinner. I almost didn't want him in the delivery room after that. When you're 'breathing', you do not want shrimp scampi smell hitting you in the face.
The time is out of joint, O cursed spite!